Thursday
Apr192007

The best day of my life


An open letter to my son on his 22nd birthday

Holding John the day he was born
Dear John,
I wanted to tell you about the best day of my life. You might think it would be difficult to choose one day out of 50 years that stands out as the best day. Believe me when I tell you, that it is easy.

I have had a lot of good days. Graduations come to mind, running the Boston Marathon, getting married; and other things I can't tell you about were all good days. The best day of all, hands down is the day you were born.

I was there when you were born. I remember the scene vividly. When the doctor told me I had a son, I stood speechless. I welled up with pride and I had a big lump in my throat. So many feelings were racing around in me and thoughts were flying through my mind.

After that day, I walked taller. I don't quite know what happens, but when a man has a family of his own, it changes him. It changes him for the better. I hope someday you will know what I am talking about through your own experience. I hope you get to be there when your son is born and I hope you feel that same sense of pride, wonder, and awe.

It has been fun watching you grow for the last 22 years. I am proud of you and I am glad God put us together.

So Happy Birthday son. You have been a joy. I just wanted you to know that your father loves you very much.

Love,
Dad

Tuesday
Apr172007

A fine tribute


This video was supposedly created by a 15 year old girl. Kids like her make me believe the future of this country will be OK.

We owe our brave men and women our respect, and our gratitude. Their duty is to place themselves between us and harms way and they do it with honor and the highest degree of professionalism.

Thank you folks from a grateful American.

Until the next time
John Strain

Sunday
Apr152007

The Sneetches



Video by John

What can a children's story from the early 1960's teach us today?

Plenty.

In fact, our society is much in need to hear and implement the teachings of Dr. Seuss in this story.

Choose any topic in the area of race, religion, or politics and you will probably find people with raised voices, bulging eyes, and protruding veins on their necks. Folks do a lot more talking these days than they do listening.

There is little discussion and much screaming of talking points. Perhaps they should be called screaming points. Why all the vitriol?

Somewhere along the line Americans decided to stop allowing freedom of speech unless they agree with the speech. When I was growing up, I used to hear this phrase:

I may not agree with what you say, but I will fight to the death to defend your right to say it.
I heard more than one WWII Vet say that and I figure those words were not idle chatter.

Today, things are off tilt. We have adopted the Jerry Springer method of debate. That is when at least two ignorant people talk about something neither one knows anything about. The talk quickly escalates to yelling, finger pointing, name calling, and then finally, fisticuffs or other forms of violence.

We are a society of wimps who cannot handle a contrary opinion or a characterization of which we do not agree. Instead of writing the speech off as something we do not agree with, we now become offended. Like babies we cry for apologies and demand money.

When I was a kid and someone called you a name on the playground the philosophy was, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never harm me.”

Those who ran and told the teacher were scorned as “tattle tales.”

“Words will never harm me,” is a state of mind. The only words that can harm a person are the words they take on and believe.

These days, words seem to harm a lot of people. Are they really harmed or are they simply jumping at a perceived opportunity to gain politically or financially?

On the other hand, people find it completely appropriate to lie and misrepresent. Rules of logic are ignored and discussion goes nowhere.

Citizens and good neighbors have a responsibility to speak truthfully and with respect. Tolerance grows out of an honest mind.

The press is not a source of news, but a catalyst to inflame any situation. They look for conflict like a starving man searches for food. If they cannot find conflict, they create it where it did not exist.

At times, my voice is raised and perhaps I don’t listen like I should. I will hurl insults with the best of them. I get angry and exhibit the very behaviors I detest in others. This post is an attempt to light a candle instead of cursing the darkness.

At some point we need to stop talking about the problem and work on a solution.

Sylvester McMonkey McBean said, "You can't teach a Sneetch," but the Sneetches proved him wrong. Granted they had to lose all of their money before they learned, but they learned just the same.

I know I am preaching to the choir here, but it is important to stand up and say what is right and what is true. Arguing, misrepresentation, violence, and repression of thought lead to destruction. Folks need to lighten up. We need to separate issues from people.

I can like someone with whom I do not agree on a topic, it just takes a little more effort.

Until the next time
John Strain

Monday
Apr092007

They all axed for you


Here is another presentation of some of the zoo photos. I chose a very familiar song for the background to those of us who live on the bayou. The Meters sing, "They all asked for you." This song gets the most play around Mardi Gras, but it is quite appropriate with these photos as you will see.

Enjoy.

Until the next time
John Strain

Saturday
Apr072007

A day at the Zoo


John and LJ at the zoo in 1990 and in 2007

Sometimes you are aware in the moment; that the time you are having is going to be one of those days you remember and cherish as long as you live. Friday, April 6, 2007 (Good Friday) was one of those days.

Barb, John, and I went to the zoo. These days, we don't do things as a family that much, but Friday we were all together. We all love the zoo and have gone many times. New Orleans has a great zoo. I haven't been since the hurricane.

Barb and LJ at the zoo looking at primates

It is a special treat going to the zoo and a time to reminice. It doesn't seem like that long ago when John was a little tike running around and wide eyed at the wonders of nature. Fortunately all of us are still wide eyed with those same wonders. Some things are best not outgrown.

So come along and see what we saw. Have a look at the photos. There are 3 alblums, so visit each one.

Enjoy.

Until the next time
John Strain